Disclaimer: Glee's not mine, unfortunately.
Pairing: Puckurt…whatever it's called; Puck/Kurt.
Summary: Puck has been given a specific mission: to get Kurt to come back to McKinley. Only, the more time he spends with Kurt, the more he wants something else from Kurt—a relationship. Puckurt slash.
Notes: This is rated M for later chapters (when all the delicious slash starts), and before this fic takes place, Puck's already got feelings for Kurt that he's pretty confused about. This was inspired by Adele's cover of Bob Dylan's song "To Make You Feel My Love," which will be used later in the fic.
To Make You Feel My Love
He didn't understand. He never really noticed Kurt that much before, you know, except when he was getting bullied and Puck had to tell Karofsky off for being a dickwad personally. But now that Kurt was gone, he couldn't help thinking of what kinds of things Kurt was getting himself into at Dalton Academy with the Garglers.
Did Kurt like them better? Clearly if he did, it was only because they were all flamers and none of the glee clubbers were; especially not Puck, right? Right. Maybe the more Puck told himself that, the more he'd start to believe it.
Really, Puck was an equal opportunity boner. He didn't really care who he was with as long as he was getting his mack on, and he couldn't help thinking that Kurt did look good in all his little outfits.
Stop thinking about gay stuff, Puck, he told himself. This wasn't about trying to get with Kurt; it was about trying to get him back to McKinley. He needed to do it for glee club. Didn't he? Yeah, it totally wasn't for himself.
Puck yanked his phone out of his pocket, found Kurt's number in his contact list, and under his desk typed out a nice little text message that said: "Hey Kurt."
Maybe he was only suave with the ladies…
He checked three times that his phone was on silent before he gently placed it down on his desk, staring at the screen for a message to pop up from Kurt. It was a whole two minutes before he got a response back: "Who's this?"
Puck rolled his eyes. "It's the Puckster." Really, didn't Kurt have his number saved into his phone? Puck had Kurt's number saved into his phone. Oh shit, was that lame that he had Kurt's number, but Kurt didn't have Puck's? He immediately started to have an inward panic attack.
"Dear lord, what do you want?" was Kurt's response.
"When are you coming back?" Puck typed out, using proper grammar and spelling. Normally he didn't bother with such a tedious thing, but he knew that Kurt would flat out stop responding to him if he didn't use English.
His phone lit up with a new message that read: "I'm not coming back, Puckerman."
"Why the hell not?" Puck typed back with lightning fingers.
Another three minutes and his phone lit up again. "Because Puck, I was bullied at McKinley. I don't know if you've forgotten, but once upon a time, you were part of my bullying and harassment. Here at Dalton, I am finally accepted for being gay. And also, my parents already paid for my tuition."
Puck was already one step ahead of Kurt. "We could have another bake sale to pay your folks back. I can easily score some more pot."
"Even if you could pay my parents back, I'd still be bullied, Puck."
Dammit, this was proving to be harder than he thought it would be. "I'll just follow you around school. I'll be like your own personal bodyguard. It'll be perfect. Nobody will dare bother you with me at your side, including Karofsky."
Five minutes later, "As compelling as that sounds, people will still talk, and as soon as the rumors circulate you'll head for the hills."
That was probably true, but Puck didn't dare admit to that at a time like this. "C'mon, Kurt, I'll suck your cock."
Puck was certain that he'd get Kurt back with that; no one would turn down a blowy from his expert mouth.
Thirty minutes later, and Puck still had no response from Kurt. He finally buckled and texted, "So, uh, is that a no?"
"Obviously."
Well, there was always tomorrow.
##
Mr. Schuester cornered him right after rehearsal. "How's it coming along?" he asked, leaning in a little closer to Puck so that the other students wouldn't hear. "You know, with getting Kurt back?"
Puck sighed and ran his hand through his mohawk. "Not too good; he said no."
"You're not giving up now, are you?" Mr. Schue asked sounding a little panicked. They needed Kurt back if they wanted to win Regionals. Their team just wasn't as strong without him as it was with him, and morale was low.
"Hell no, I'm no quitter," Puck said. "But nothing is working. I told him about paying back his parents, told him that I'd have his back whenever Karofsky or any of the other punks came round. I even tried to come onto him."
As much as Mr. Schue did not want to hear that last bit, he had to admit that it was a fairly good tactic. Kurt was gay, and Puck was, well, sort of charming if you were into the whole bad boy scene. They could use this to their advantage. "How'd you try to come onto him?"
Puck smirked. "Oh, you know, abruptly. It's how I get all the ladies. Why? You need some pointers?"
Mr. Schue rolled his eyes. "That is not going to work with Kurt," he said, feeling really awful about actually going through with this; actually telling Puck how to carry out the deed. It was the whole scenario with Finn and the pot all over again, only ten times worse since Kurt's heart—a fragile thing indeed—was involved. But somehow Mr. Schue got the impression that Puck actually had some kind of feelings for Kurt deep down, otherwise, why would he even go through with this in the first place? It would put his reputation on the line if they succeeded, and that didn't seem to bother Puck at all.
"With Kurt, you're going to have to take your time," Mr. Schue continued, hating himself more and more by the second for doing this. "He's not like some of the girls you've been with. He wants romance, and that means you're going to have to be a gentleman with him; win him over even when he plays hard-to-get." Mr. Schue thought about what all he was saying, then slowly sat down in his seat. "This isn't going to work."
"Sure it is," Puck said proudly. "I can do the gentleman thing no doubt. But uh…" his voice trailed as he came up with a brilliant plan.
"But what?" Mr. Schue asked suspiciously.
"Well," Puck started, trying to tap into his inner schemer. "Gentlemen take their dates out to dinner. I'm kind of broke at the moment, so, you think you could score me dinner for two at Breadstix?" When Mr. Schue didn't appear too convinced, Puck quickly added, "Treating Kurt to a romantic dinner might help bring him back."
Mr. Schue considered Puck's proposal for a moment before he finally tossed his hands up. "Fine, I'll give you money for dinner," he told Puck as he gathered up his things to head back to his office. "Just make sure you manage to bring Kurt back."
##
He was in his room and actually trying to do his pointless geometry homework, but he couldn't get Kurt out of his head. Planning out a date with him with Mr. Schue earlier that day actually started to make him wonder what it would be like to date Kurt, or hell, to date someone—a dude. He had never really been the dating kind, but seeing all the happy couples in glee club certainly made him think about what it might be like.
If he was actually with Kurt, then his reputation was basically over. But maybe it wouldn't actually be that way? His mohawk was back and everyone was afraid of him. Only the football players seemed to have a problem with Kurt, but if Puck changed their mind then maybe they would be the new "it" couple—the kings of McKinley, rulers of the school.
Puck also couldn't help but think that Kurt was probably an awesome kisser. His lips were plump and soft and probably never kissed properly. With a little bit of practice, he'd definitely be fantastic at giving head, and Puck was always up for a little sucky-sucky.
And really, Kurt wasn't all that different from a girl, was he? He sang like a girl, sometimes wore girls' clothes, and was just as pretty as a girl…was it okay for him to think that?
When Kurt sang he was always captivated. If Mr. Schue let him, he could be just as much of a star as Rachel was. He had her range, and he could definitely win over an audience…
Suddenly, Puck had another fantastic idea. He grabbed his phone off his bedside table and quickly dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Schue?" Puck asked, hoping he didn't call the wrong person.
There was a pause, then, "Puck? How did you get my number?"
"Nevermind about that, listen," Puck said excitedly. "If you want Kurt to really come back, you have to let him sing Defying Gravity…"
"Okay?"
"At Regionals," Puck added.
"Uh, Puck, I don't think that's a very good idea. You know what happened last time," Mr. Schue said on the other end.
"Last time Kurt threw the competition so he would lose," Puck explained quickly. "He can sing that song perfectly, I heard him rehearse it before the diva-off."
"But Rachel—"
"—Will have a cow, but then she will get over it," Puck said. "Look, I am sacrificing a lot for this, and you just got to do this one little thing."
Another pause. "Fine, but I've got to hear it a few times before I completely commit to it, and it's got to be perfect."
"Cool, thanks Mr. Schue," Puck said, grinning widely. "By the way, I am going to need that money tomorrow, hopefully."
##
Geometry class was only good for texting Kurt. Not only did that seem to be a time when Kurt was actually free to answer his texts, but also Puck's teacher was always too oblivious to know he was typing away on his cell phone instead of paying attention to the lesson plan.
He started off the conversation with his usual: "Hey Kurt."
And then got another usual: "What do you want this time, Puckerman?"
"You free tonight?" Puck typed and clicked the "send" button. There was no backing out now. It was only full steam ahead from here on out.
"Why?" Kurt's texts were coming faster and faster.
Why? Was Kurt really that thick? "I wanna take you out tonight. Breadstix."
Thirty seconds and Puck got an, "Excuse me?"
"I. Wanna. Take. You. Out. Tonight. Breadstix."
Forty-five seconds. "I can read, you smartass. Why the hell do you want to take me out?"
"Because I haven't seen you in a while and Breadstix is the shit," Puck responded. He didn't understand why Kurt was asking all of these silly questions instead of telling Puck to pick him up at six o'clock or something.
"If this is about persuading me to come back, it is not going to work."
Puck lied and typed, "It's not about that."
"I don't understand. Why do you want to see me?"
Maybe this was a good time to be brutally honest and heartfelt? He only hoped it'd work. "Because I miss you, alright?"
Kurt's response didn't come nearly as fast this time; Puck's phone didn't light up for five whole minutes. "But I'm over an hour away."
"Good thing I just got gas." Fuck…that came out a bit wrong and certainly didn't sound all that romantic. He quickly added, "In my car, you know. So, what do you say?"
Two minutes and he got a, "Fine, pick me up at five."
Puck wanted to tell Kurt how he was about to have the time of his life, but he wasn't sure if Kurt was turned on by obscene amounts of confidence.
If he had to guess, Puck would say probably not.